Preliminary Round!
Lin Bai sat down and shared a few simple drinks with Shui Yunmeng.
"You said you're participating in the Martial Arts Competition this year too?" Shui Yunmeng suddenly changed the subject and asked in surprise, "You're a seventh-stage Apex Realm martial artist. What are you doing entering the competition? This year's competition among the Yang Hall disciples will basically only be attended by ninth-stage Apex Realm martial artists. As a seventh-stage Apex Realm martial artist, you won't even make it through the preliminary round!"
"Whether I can get through the preliminary round, we'll only know after I take the field!" Lin Bai chuckled lightly, smiling noncommittally.
Lin Bai could tell that both Dong Dian and Shui Yunmeng seemed extremely pessimistic about his chances, but he did not care. It was enough that he believed in himself.
"That's true. This annual Martial Arts Competition may look like nothing more than a contest between the martial artists of Dragon Court and Phoenix Pavilion, but countless major figures will be there to observe the ceremony. If you can display even a bit of strength, some factions might recruit you on the spot!" Shui Yunmeng nodded.
In fact, every year, quite a few seventh- and eighth-stage Apex Realm martial artists like Lin Bai took part. It was just that they rarely made it through the preliminary round.
Still, there were also lucky ones who managed to scrape through the preliminary round and enter the next stage.
As for seventh- and eighth-stage Apex Realm martial artists who entered, they were essentially just trying to make a splash. Almost all of them knew they had no further prospects in the martial path and wanted to find a powerful faction to rely on.
"Aren't you participating?" Lin Bai asked curiously.
"Me? Perhaps I'll give it